headed home tonight an early 90’s vintage Ranger passed me on the right, apparently ten over the limit wasn’t enough for him. I don’t care, maybe he had a deadline or had to shit bad. One way or the nother, a mile hence he lost his left rear and careered of to the right shoulder, a half mile long trail of sparks in his wake. The tire had no intention of sticking around for the police report, and headed on down the road; it changed lanes twice and when last seen was headed northbound towards Wisconsin.

Time was I’d giggle and figure he got what he deserved. Well, I giggled a bit, anyway. Today, though, I prayed a quick rosary and hoped the rest of his day didn’t go so bad.